(DA) A sleepy poem

Unorganized chaos.
Language barrier.
14.5 hours, no break, no food.; except skittles. Yay skittles!
Microphones. No Microphones. YES MICROPHONES!
Upstairs, downstairs, lobby, party room, repeat.
USB keys instead of CDs... to use on a CD player...
Piano here, piano there, pianos everywhere.
No do not light the candles!
Are those real fish?
Yep.
Don't tap the mic, just talk. Talk. TALK! Yes the mic is on. Just talk.
Please just talk.
Please.
Last song. Almost.
Clean up; where does all this stuff go?!

This was my day. It was exhausting and I loved it.

-Brandolyn